Elizabeth Willis, p.4



ISLE OF CALIFORNIA [1849]

Valley genes, screening for dust, pump off beauty for a bite. A patinaed stream gutting noon. A town coined with lace. Is it a dove in mourning or homo erectus on a roll to the Genghis Kitchen? Blowing oreward, open-handed, in faulted nature, flushed. An excellent copy, reluctantly boarded. Slightly foxed. Otherwise, fine.